I will refrain from commentary, as I know not what this vision means
one way or another, and thus cannot editorialize overmuch. My in-
stinct tells me this vision is an omen of nothing good, however.

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The air is filled with the indiscernible whispers of many voices.

A numbness overcomes you as your senses are possessed by a waking
dream.

Brilliant white light flashes momentarily, and when your sight
returns, you find yourself in the garden courtyard of a quaint
countryside chapel.

Your surroundings feel somewhat familiar, and you are filled with
gladness and warmth as the sun shines upon the myriad wildflower
blooms around you.

The feel of sun-warmed grass upon your feet is quite pleasant, and
you look down to see the soft green pathway, leading to the door of
the chapel.

When you look up again, you become aware of a change in your
surroundings. Priests in colorless robes now kneel silently in the
beds of flowers.

The priests methodically reach down and uproot each awkwardly
beautiful wildflower. The silence grows heavier and the sky
darkens with each blossom they discard.

As the priests make their rounds, the walls of the garden seem to
draw in upon you, slowly constricting the space within the garden.

Turning to leave, you suddenly become aware that there is no exit
from this place. In claustrophobic panic, you dash for the door of
the chapel.

The vision releases you from its grasp, leaving you weak and
drained.

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Who and what these priests and their chapel are, or the significance
of the garden, remains a mystery to me. However, it would be wise
to guard yourself against the bewitching power of these 'dream-icons'
if you are not of strong will.

Walk in the Light,
Israfel.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Lupar, in the year 270 AF.